Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

When the enemy advances, we retreat, when the enemy is stationed, we harass, when the enemy is tired, we attack, when the enemy retreats, we pursue.If the enemy does not move, I will not move. When the enemy moves, I will move around.Cheryl, it's time to show off your acting skills! !

I cheered myself up in my heart, and then clenched my fists.

Come on!

Xiu found that his king had fallen silent, and he was stuck for a long time without any response. He was about to speak when I punched him in the face.

The punch was so powerful that Xiu was defenseless, his head was tilted, the corner of his mouth was bleeding, and he turned back unhurriedly, the smile on the corner of his mouth froze the moment he saw Wang.

Cheryl pursed her lips slightly, frowned slightly, and her long eyelashes half covered her pale golden eyes, which were filled with forbearance and sadness.

The corners of his eyes were red and filled with mist. He was obviously still as indifferent and indifferent as usual, but somehow it made people feel distressed and suffocated.

He stubbornly refused to let himself cry, but still proudly straightened his back, and no one could destroy such arrogance.

However, the actual situation is that I felt that I flashed to my waist the moment I turned around, and the pain caused tears to come out immediately.

Thinking about going to a show, even if you lose, you can't lose, and you can't help but hold back your tears.

The young man finally spoke, with his usual indifference in his voice, but it was a little more hoarse: "At that time, you were severely injured by the God of Light, and Samuel's army had arrived. If you don't leave, both of us will die."

Cheryl closed his eyes in a desolate manner, turned his body back, and continued: "...by sending you away, I entrust my life to you."

"I'm waiting, you come back and save me."

It's not the "real deity", it's "I", and the posture has been lowered very low.

The boy raised his lips mockingly: "But, you didn't."

You didn't come when I faced those eerie "Sherrills".

You didn't come when I was imprisoned by Samuel and humiliated every day.

When I had no power to fight back and was locked up by Nobel's people to take blood...you still didn't come.

Now, why do you question me, about my uncleanness?

"Xiu, you let me down too much." I said indifferently, my tone was full of grievance and loss.

[Host, so you should fall into the embrace of this system! ] 9527 is very excited.

Me: I have been brewing emotions for a long time, and I finally squeezed out a tear, and you blocked it back alive! ! 9527 You must have been sent by God to torture me! !

9527 was still a little aggrieved, he glanced at his host resentfully, and ran to the corner to draw circles.

After a long time, a sigh came from behind, Xiu buried his head in the crook of my neck, and locked me tightly in his arms with both hands.

He said something that had been said long ago: "I'm late, King."

Xiu didn't tell his king what happened to him.

The magic circle sent him to the central area of ​​the foggy forest. Just ask, how can a person who has been severely injured by the God of Light survive in such a dangerous place.

Countless ferocious beasts, countless slaughters, he escaped under the sharp animal teeth many times, and was even swallowed by a giant python once.

If it wasn't for the king, if it wasn't for the king who was thinking about him wholeheartedly, he would have died in that dark hell long ago.

And who knows how broken he was when he searched for the castle with all his injuries, only to find that the king was no longer there.

His king was violated.

Later, he found the sleeping dark god, and wanted to devour divine power to open the space-time tunnel.

The weak God of Light can easily injure him, let alone the God of Darkness who is recovering?

"Ants."

Then he died.

But he came back to life.

He searched for a long time in the cracks of time and space, and finally found his king.

But Wang said, "Xiu, you let me down so much."

Sorry for being late.

Please, don't hate me.

—I really, really, only you.